Blackmailed by a Bully

Freida was sitting in her lecture when the phone in her pocket buzzed--the phone Damon had forced her to carry at all times. "At 10 am I want you to call me. We are going to have phone sex."

'Phone sex??!!' Freida cried internally. 'Bloody Phone sex? I can't have phone sex! What even is phone sex?'

11am was break time at Damon's school. Freida was aware of this since she'd gone to the same place before deciding to give it up in favour of the local college. The school offered pretty much the same choices, but something about going to college made her feel grown-up. Independent. Plus it gave her the opportunity to meet new people. To be someone else instead of the mouthy weirdo.

The time was 10:15, giving her only forty-five minutes to either talk Damon out of it or find out how one might engage in the art of 'phone sex.' Looking to her right at her friends-Freida decided it better to use her phone for research. Her friends were awesome, but they did not strike her as the type to have phone sex... or any kind of sex at all. They were the stereotypical computer nerds you would expect to find on this course, unlike her.

Freida figured it was worth at least trying to beg out of the demand.

"Damon, please can it not wait till I am at home? Please?" Freida messaged him, praying he would be kind.

She tapped her fingers the table in frantic rhythm as she awaited his reply, becoming so loud that Tom frowned over her asking if she was alright.

"I'm good," Freida nodded, picking up the pen so quickly she accidentally threw it over her shoulder. "Never better."

"O... kay," Tom said before returning to his laptop.

Instead of listening to the teacher explain how to create a good docstring Freida stared intensely at her phone, willing it to ping up a new message. When the message did appear, she jumped and almost dropped the phone onto the hard floor.

"No. 11am," the message read. Had she really expected anything different?

"Oh, please, please, pleeease can you not wait?" Freida begged in response.

His reply was fast this time.

"No. Keep asking and I'm going to force you to be extra loud."

She grimaced at the thought of loud phone sex in the college toilets and placed her phone firmly back onto the table, then, realising she needed to research the concept of phone sex, grabbed her phone back into her hands. "You're acting really weird and shifty today," Tom uttered, giving her a sideways glance.

"I'm good," Freida repeated. "All good in the hiddiddy-hood."

She googled 'how to have phone sex' while reminding herself to delete the browsing history cache in her phone. If someone borrowed her phone and typed H she didn't want that to be the first suggestion popping up in google. After a little perusing, she found a blog about having phone sex without the awkwardness. Reading it, the advice seemed to be aimed at people in relationships.

'Go figure,' she thought sarcastically.

'There probably isn't going to be a specific article aimed at girls being blackmailed by their brother's bully,' Freida figured and decided it was best to go with the couples advice. Heavy breathing and moaning were good apparently.

'I can do that.'

The next bullet point suggested telling the other person what you would like them to do to you in explicit detail. It gave a couple examples--examples that made Freida cringe and blush. Could she really say such things out loud... and to Damon?

'Heh... I just want you to stop forcing me into such embarrassing situations. That's my big fantasy,' Freida thought.

At 10:50, with a thudding heart and sweating palms, Freida walked to the front of the class feeling eyes on her back. She told the teacher she was feeling unwell, using the same excuse as last time, and made her way to the disabled toilets. "Dear God please let this room be at least partially soundproof," she muttered to herself as she pulled up the handle to secure the lock.

At 11am on the dot, Freida called Damon. Never before has she felt so nervous about a phone call. She felt like she might literally be sick.

When he answered with a grumpy sounding, "Alright," Freida tried one more time to talk him out of it.

"I'm not sure this toilet is soundproof, and I feel stupid. I've never done it before. I've barely even had real sex. Oh please, please... can we do this later on so I can at least google" she started to say.

"You have googled it," Damon cut her off. He was correct in his assumption and he sounded pretty smug about it. "Just do it."

"Pleeeease, I'm begging you-" Freida beseeched him.

"Stop begging and take off your underwear," he ordered.

Freida tutted, dropping her phone hand to her knee. She was tempted to just lob the bloody thing down the toilet.

"Okay, she said at last. She had been planning to fake the whole thing, but that would probably wind up being more difficult than partaking for real.

She slipped off her panties, telling him, "I took them off."

"I want you to touch yourself," Damon told her.

"Okay... I'm touching myself," Freida said, feeling stupid.

"Do it how you do it when you're by yourself. I want you to make yourself cum," he demanded.

"Okay... I will," Freida promised.

"Be loud, too. I want to hear you moan," he demanded.

Freida obeyed. As the article had advised, she started with heavy breathing before making little sighs of pleasure.

"I'm going to make you suck me off later. You looking forward to having my dick in your mouth?" he asked.

Freida was fairly certain he didn't want to hear the truth-that she hadn't hated it but felt a bit weird about the whole thing. He wanted to hear that he had the best penis in the world and that sucking it was a privilege that turned her on. She told him so, in so many words, as she played with herself and moaned.

"Yes, I can't wait to feel your cock hitting my tonsils," Freida told him. She felt silly saying the word, 'cock,' out loud and felt herself blushing.

"I want you to cum for me," he ordered. "And I'll know if you fake it."

"I wish you were fucking me right now," Freida said, remembering the article. "I wanna feel your big, hard cock inside my pussy."

She felt ridiculous saying it, but he seemed to enjoy it if his breathing was anything to go by. Encouraged, she went on to describe in detail how she wanted him to bend her over the bed and fuck her doggy style while pushing her face into the pillow. She wasn't quite sure where the inspiration came from some sex scene in a film most likely.

'Or maybe I actually want this to happen?' she thought.

"I want you to think about me fucking you. Imagine my dick inside you," Damon said, breathing raggedly.

"It feels so good," Freida moaned, barely above a whisper. She desperately wanted to please him, but at the same time, didn't want some random stranger to overhear. She didn't want to have to relocate to another college... or Country. "Cum for me now," he demanded. "I want you to cum really hard."

Freida knew how to use her own fingers effectively, as she assumed most people did. She licked her finger and rubbed it on her clit for a moment until the orgasm exploded, making sure to breathe deeply into the phone so he would know. "Good girl," he said.

And with that, he hung up.

'Good girl?' Freida thought and rolled her eyes.

She sat on the toilet for a moment, trying to let her brain catch up with what had just happened. Glancing at the full-length mirror, she was surprised to see a dopey smile on her lips. She frowned at her reflection, wondering what was wrong with her.

'Am I a complete pervert now?' Freida asked herself. 'Is that what's happening?'

Feeling somewhat dirty, she washed up before returning to class. She opened the door to the disabled toilet to find a couple of girls waiting outside. She was mortified to see one of them was on crutches.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Freida told her. "I took up the toilet for ages, I feel like such a dick."

"No worries," the girl on crutches smiled. The friend didn't look quite so happy and whispered what was probably some derogatory comment.

'And she doesn't even know what I was doing in there,' Freida thought with a grimace.

Freida overheard the girl on crutches shushing her friend, telling her, "Not all disabilities are visible."

She smiled to herself, making a note to try and befriend the girl. Though she was wrong in this case, the sentiment was thoughtful and kind. Freida was so distracted by the cool girl she forgot to feign illness as she walked back into the classroom.

"Are you sure you're okay?" the teacher asked, frowning at Freida with a worried look. "You do look a little flush."